you drive my car    and i am a serious man
a passenger   thru dumbland                  
leadened head laid back                
i've been allotted time   in that liquid sky
totally fxxxed up   but it's bin a day  hasn't it?

don't breathe                              
           we are gone
beyond     we are eyes without a face
our inter-beings   all blood tea and red string
in the wrong hands   we are a ****** party
hand in hand you are my spider baby        
                    and i  am all ‘mom and dad’ at play
i dread you should say 'i don't know what you mean ?'
...but it doesn't come to that
you allow me          
           and we are smiles unravelling space and texture
miles of scope and no arrest for the wicked
no rest for the foreign
no reign for the horses   no horse for a kingdom
we are kings of this country                        
    yet we belong to this landscape
and its negative edible

riding with you (roof down  converted)            
we joined the new world                                    
we took a journey   to the beginning of time      
    it feels like we're fleeing   an extravagant shared criminal act
i look across at you  and the brood of thoughts    
are so sedate and fantasy ***** and socially writ
that i broker the realities we’ve borrowed                 (the flux gourmet splatter of dimensions)
and return us to the pair of cannibals in love that we are
                                          firing out across trip america
           an invention for destruction
invited back by life's appetite


                                             [signed] ­- a love exposure

In a world full of noise,
We find the ones whose crazy
mirrors our own.
Not to silence the wolf inside,
Not to calm the madness,
But to make us feel whole—alive.

Writing to fill this void
A darkness that grows darker
With each passing day
Like the rays of the sun
Slowly fades away
Having impulsive thoughts
Fighting a war long been faught
Between mind ,body and soul
Not wanting to hurt
So you bleed
Knowing you're still breathing
You say you don't want to end
This merry -go- round cycle
Of wanting to stop
This madness
To feel the bliss

I wish I were a bird.
Smart and independent,
Free and liberal.
No rules to respect,
No one to neglect.

I would fly as far as my eyes can see;
I would live for as long as I wish to be,
Known to place foot on this earth
For the freedom I wish to unlock.

But I'm stuck in a cage,
With wings I can't yet claim;
Watching my friends fly through the storm,
Not realizing things will take a turn.

writing is what keeps me sane.
I keep fighting these unfair games with my brain
the commotion in my head so loud I can barely think straight
sleepless nights and empty walls
my mind is an endless hall
chaos, madness, hurricanes
I can't seem to turn away
maybe I'm the one to blame.

I can't read a book, or write a single song,
I can't seem to think straight anymore.

Feeling sorry for myself just cos I don't have you,
It happens to be the only thing that I ever do.
I know I won't have you ever in this lifetime,
Yet it doesn't stop me from wishing you were mine.
I try to plot how we're going to meet and fall in love,
but then I slump back in my bed, already had enough.

These thoughts of you, they plague my mind,
and no matter how hard I try,
You're still in my brain,
Think I'm going insane,
I am madly, sadly, badly in love.